The drenched night air was warm: to Miss Gabriel, inhaling it in the passage by the drawing-room door, it seemed to be laden with the scents of summer, and Miss Gabriel had not lived all her life in Garland Town without learning the subtle aromas of the wind, to distinguish those that were harmless or beneficent from those that warned, those that threatened, those that were morose, savage, malignant, those that piped a note of madness and meant a hurricane.
"Major Vigoureux"
A. T. Quiller-Couch
Saint Joseph of Cupertino secreted such fragrant odours that his track could be followed; and sometimes it was during illness that these aromas were diffused.
"En Route"
J.-K. (Joris-Karl) Huysmans
The aroma of boiling coffee rose, crept through the air, blended with the aromas of the woods.
"The Everlasting Whisper"
Jackson Gregory